Today is the first day of the Fall semester and my stomach is killing me. I always get nervous before a new class begins; there have been nightmares-I dream about arriving late to my own class. I wonder about what the new crop of students will be like and imagine dead eyed Zombies sitting beside the note taking Fact Gestapo and there I am down in front acting like Baptiste Debureau in drag. Where are my Chatty Cathys? My Brooders and my Scholars? Romeo and Juliette? I think about who will love me and who will hate me, who will learn from me and what I will learn from the class?
Concentrate! My material is good. My lectures are good. I am capable. Om mani padme hum.
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